Thanksgiving

We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked

Out in the cold wind, ?round the razor wire fenced in cell block

Young mamas with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin

At Tallulah State Prison on Thanksgiving Day

We're waiting to get in

You gotta get here early

It don't matter how many miles you drove

They make you wait for hours, jailers always move slow

They run names, check numbers

Gravel faced guards they don't smile

Grammy and me in line, silently waitin' single file

Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families

Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully

Sometimes love ain't easy, sometimes love ain't free

My Grammy looks so old now

Her hair is soft and white like the snow

And her hands tremble

When they frisk her from her head to her toes

They make her take her winter coat off

Then they frisk her again

When they're done she wipes their touch off her dress

Stands tall and heads in

It's thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families

Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully

Even though it ain't easy, even though it ain't free

Sometimes love ain't easy, I guess love ain't free